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The Great Black King Chapter • 92
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱The red stone shone on that necklace and I stared at it with disgust."Fucking asshole..." I grumbled as I pulled one of my spell books close.Calisto fucked my life even when I had no pretense.I sighed heavily, my fingers slipped by the glowing stone that had been placed on the table by one of my numerous servants.That ancient language was no different from the ancient language of any of the thousands of existing universes. It was a common tongue for someone like me, yet I joined the angry eyebrows."Why is it always so? Am? Why the hell do I have to go out collecting things and putting pieces together?" I grumbled looking at the ceiling "Why can’t it be, yes, salabim, revived!?"A fragment of the soul of the one who wants to be resurrected, a coin willingly given by the boatman and when at last the remains lie on the first infernal tombstone - the being will return as an abyssal calf.Grunhi."Damn all necromancers! Sadists! Idiots! Imbeciles!
The Great Black King Chapter • 93
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"You’re the only person who doesn’t need excuses" she had said and for some reason I couldn’t forget those words.It was silly and I knew it - but somehow I just wanted to stay there.I sighed leaning back against the wooden door and placing the various books I had picked up in Asra’s library - on my bedside table."Shall I prepare your bath, miss? I could have helped you with the books..." Cali spoke and I sighed again."It’s all right, Asra brought them with me to my door."Cali looked at me and even if she did not speak, she had that question on her face: why didn’t she come in?I threw myself into my bed and sank my face into the pillow."Asra is... busy" I grumbled even though I was being selfish."Oh! I see... the ball seems to be taking a lot of the duchess’s time."I settled."Too long! I feel she barely has time for me!" I spoke and as quickly as those words had come out of my lips - I felt my face blush.What the hell was I talking about? H
The Great Black King Chapter • 94
♱ •⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱Abbadon’s eyes shone as she looked at the daffodils and I couldn’t help but smile when I finished singing."You sing very well, young master, that’s probably why they grow so beautiful" she said "the young master really looks like his mother, sings divinely."My face became hot with that comparison - not because it was the first time, after all since Abbadon came up and became the one who takes care of me, it was common for her to talk more about my mom..., but because whenever I was compared to her, I felt happy.So happy that my chest seemed about to explode."I wish I had heard her sing..." I muttered looking at the daffodils.I’d never have the courage to say that before, but... it was okay to be selfish and if it was Abbadon you were talking to, I knew Dad probably wouldn’t know."She was singing to you" Abbadon said and it caught me by surprise."Would you sing?"She smiled, a sincere smile - like Asra’s whenever she looked at me from afar."Yes
The Great Black King Chapter • 95
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱It was late autumn, the cold air was blowing in my face and a part of me wanted to die.Why was that station so damn time-consuming?I sighed and saw the smoke form as soon as the air left my lips.I hated autumn, was as sure of it as I was sure that the throne I had fled from - would still be intact when I returned.Even as I walked through the mortal lands with nothing but an ordinary sword and average clothes - I was able to get rid of Mammon’s voice in my mind."Lord! Come home! Your father can no longer handle so much stress," he said as if that old man deserved the drop of my concern.I ignored.Just as I had ignored when Belchior went up to try to convince me - or when Beelzebub came to visit me and simply seemed to have been forced to do so in order to convince me (which he did not intend to do)."Why should I?" He mocked "have you ever seen that mountain of papers on your father’s desk? That is his inheritance" he said in jest and mockery,
The Great Black King Chapter • 96
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱"You look terrible" Abbadon told me as he crossed his arms over his chest.Her posture was impeccable - as always and anyone who saw her like that in front of me, with her face raised and a piercing look, would never imagine that she was anything less than the nanny of the sleeping child in my lap."I dreamed... of her" I spoke as I slid my hand through Loren’s hair gently. Soft enough not to wake him up.Abbadon snorted."Don’t you dream about her every night?"She wasn’t wrong to think that way, after all I really dreamed every night about Quinn, but not always... were good dreams."It was... different..." I muttered as I looked away "I dreamed of the day I met her."Abbadon seemed to hold his breath."The day in the woods?""Yes..." smiles, a faint lifeless smile "I... heard her scream and then... woke up."I heard Quinn scream in my dreams a lot more often than I wanted to admit. Some nights she cried out for help, others for me to keep Loren sa
The Great Black King Chapter • 97
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Old tales, there were so many and last week all I did was read them.The mortal tales were silly in a way - like a helpless princess, who was trapped in a tower by an evil witch, another who had been poisoned, and finally the one who was cursed to sleep soundly.All the stories ended the same way: the princesses were saved by their enchanted princes, but although they were supposed to be "cute" I could only get angry.Prince charming? Any idiot who comes to think something like this might exist has certainly never had to deal with a real prince in his entire life.Arrogant, selfish, a child who grew up to see the world in a unique way.A prince could even be a human being, but he was also someone who would soon become king and as such, would have responsibilities. Too many responsibilities to waste time being kind and human.I snitched.It was annoying for mortals to see these tales as anything but bullshit, but... was it so different from the other
The Great Black King Chapter • 98
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱She fell asleep.He fell asleep on a dark wooden table with a book three times his head stuck in his arms.The oath of a dragon - I knew as soon as my eyes landed on those strange letters and I sighed.That was a story that Loren asked Calisto to read almost every night and also - it was one of my favorites.⋅• ♱ •⋅There was once, in a world where beings lived in harmony, a star that was born after all others. For many of her people she was regarded as symbolism of bad luck, the last star to be born, the one that could shine least -, but still that was certainly the most smiling star that Lleh had ever known.Neveah was his name and as much as everyone implied that his name was so different from all the others, Neveah never bothered.How could she not care? Lleh wondered whenever she saw her among the other stars.Even if she was the most beautiful, most graceful and certainly the one that the dragon considered brighter among all the others - they still excluded h
The Great Black King Chapter • 99
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Lúcifer ⋅• ♱"Go back to bed" Zaniel told me before I could move decently and sighed as I leaned against the window, at least he had not complained that I received some of that afternoon breeze."You want me to become a stunted old woman?" I mocked, but I could still feel the hook on my back - where my wings once existed."You haven’t recovered yet!" he protested and I ignored him, as I always did."I will not recover if I act like an old invalid" I grumbled and leaned my face in one hand "it would be good to walk through the garden...""No" he hurried to say and for a moment I remembered perfectly why I did not leave Zaniel by my side."Stop treating me like fragile porcelain," I protested."Asra is in your palace, she walks beside the saint often, do you really think I will expose you to so much divine energy and even more the presence of the phoenix when you can barely stand?" the fallen was so sharp and persistent that I just sighed giving me up.He was not
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Chapter • 150
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱I watched her without realizing it, watched until the sun was setting and the barrier surrounding Samael’s plan was thinner, until the rune fragment she sent me was strong enough to enter."Don’t be an idiot," I remembered as my wings throbbed, "there’s no room for kindness, not after all you’ve done, don’t be such a hypocrite".I swallowed hard and a smile easily appeared on my lips when I crossed. It was like a fog touching my skin, a comfortable cold, a feeling I had missed even without realizing it.What the hell was I thinking? What was going on with me?I closed my eyes tightly, but my wings just beat, just took me there, to that breathless breath and that smile that could be felt in her voice when she called me."Azrael!" His arms wrapped around my neck and... had they always been so warm?"I thought you couldn’t come..." whispered her face down to my neck, I could feel her lips arched into a smile "okay? Did you get hurt getting past the barri
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Chapter • 149
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Azrael ⋅• ♱The child began to be able to move gradually, in a way that was still a little time consuming and different from his usual, from the child who ran around and insisted so much to have his little body in that garden.His speech had returned too, his voice was less guttural, more understandable and a smile that was not painful could be seen, one that was not put on that face just because of the melancholy of Callisto."Look! You can move your arms better now" the quartz eyes were flickering as you said that as something equivalent to Loren’s first steps, as if that was some kind of novelty that should be celebrated with various gifts and a party "how is your breathing? Something still burns?" tried to caress that small face as if it was something that would break by any slip on his part.Loren was now like a valuable piece of porcelain, one that could not risk being damaged after being restored."I’m fine, Dad..." the child’s voice was still low when to
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Chapter • 148
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱"I like stars," he said while playing with a pearl between my fingers "I like how they look, how they’re bright and beautiful. I like purple, I like how the sun in this world is red, even though here where Samael lives he looks different."Keir smiled, his hands still playing by my hair."What else?" asked me with her face resting on my thighs."I like salty foods, slightly spicy, bittersweet and especially the dessert that the boss of the mansion always makes." The one that looks like jelly with syrup."Pudding? ' She asked me smiling from the corner and I nodded."That’s right, pudding.""Um, um, uh...""I also like pretty dresses, braided hair, flat shoes, delicate swords..." I continued to list "I like hardcover books and slow songs.""And old scrolls? You live surrounded by them" Keir joked, his lips arched in a mischievous smile that made my heart beat."Silly" I hit with my fingertips on his nose."I know, I know" gave up "continue... what els
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Chapter • 147
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Quinn ⋅• ♱His arms wrapped around my body and then everything seemed to be fine.I no longer felt the blood, nor the weight of the souls that I plucked, that I hurt."Everything will be fine" he repeated as a melodic song and if it was Calisto who told me those things... I naturally believed."How can you not like it here?" I asked as I stared at that landscape, the sky, the grass that resembled a red foliage. The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy.Calisto snorted."I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side."A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope."Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck.I loved that being.He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face.I loved the
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Chapter • 146
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱I could not sleep.My eyes weighed and weighed, but I could not sleep - because there, in my arms -, there was a fragile being who did not seem able to open his eyes again.Whenever everything was cloudy and sleep pulled me down, I saw myself awakening in fright and looking at him.Checking.Checking to see if he was still alive, if he was still breathing.It was every day, every second - more complicated to watch, to watch."You should rest," Azrael told me one night, his eyes sharply in pain as he stared at the child, my child."How?" I heard myself ask, Loren’s sleeping face was so pale I had to put my fingers close to her nostrils to make sure he was still alive."Samael is good" he said hoping to console me, but it didn’t work.How would it work?"Then why haven’t we heard from you?" I practically growled, my hands closed in fists, tears burning in my eyes "I sent letters and more letters... I... I did everything I could... I DEMANDED answers a
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Chapter • 145
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱"Asmodeus is a great...""This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood."You’ve been repeating this since...""Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.I wasn’t in the mood to be careful about whether or not I could hurt him or even break his prison.I was just tired.I wanted to see her."It needs to work" I muttered as I imbued more and more magic in that little crystal "work, work..." I kept repeating, as if somehow that was a stupid mantra - strong enough to make everything work; but nothing could be easy when it was for me, right?Nothing worked as it should.I bit my mouth hard, the fangs thrust into my lip until a sliver of blood came down my chin.I couldn’t see her, I couldn’t be with her or protect her. I couldn’t go to her even though time was passing and yet, the least I was a
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Chapter • 144
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱My eyes weighed, my belly looked strange and at times it was like floating in my own body.I could feel my father’s affection as he tried to talk and distract me, but now even opening his mouth was a complicated task."It’s going to be okay" he repeated and at that point I already knew he was saying it more to himself than to me."I know" I wanted to answer while smiling, but my mouth did not move, in fact, opening my eyes was already a gigantic effort, so I was content to grunt and hold her hand.It wasn’t a squeeze, I couldn’t even call it anything but touch. A soft, almost nonexistent touch that my father should be questioning if it was real.He was sad, wasn’t he? Abbadon should also be, but after I started sleeping more than 17 hours a day, she was no longer there, just Dad.A version of Dad who stared at me with a red face from crying."Do you want to hear a story?" He asked me with a broken voice and I forced myself to smile, forced my face to
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Chapter • 143
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Samael ⋅• ♱I blinked."What was it?" she asked me as she sat in the armchair and the red-eyed duchess stared at me with an raised eyebrow."I did not expect... the two" I spoke sincerely, after all the agreement I had made with Elaine was already a clear way to make the duchess calmer with all that; even so, the sharp gaze of Asra shot me as if my mere mention of her being there was an offense. Maybe it was the result of years on the battlefield, but I knew when I wasn’t able to win a war, so I sighed winning "but since you’re here..." I muttered indicating with one hand to the armchairs - sit down."Where will you start?" Asra questioned, the red hair falling with perfectly braided waves on her back, the sharp eyes staring at me and looking for any sign of flickering in my attitudes or decisions."I’ve been thinking about tears..." I said remembering Quinn, the way he had acted.Since that day, the bastard did not even give me a mere sign of life and Callisto’
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Chapter • 142
♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅• ♱Samael did as he said he would, but from the day we arrived at the camellia mansion - a name given by Keir, since the garden was full of camellias -, I did not even see the slightest sign of the priest’s existence, but now, when morning came by the door of our house.The huge smile on his face made me question my own sanity as he said - what was sweet? If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna think you don’t like my presence.I opened my mouth to confirm that assumption, but I chose not to."Just... I thought it was too early for you to be here," I lied and apparently that wasn’t one of my best lies, as he just smiled as he drank his tea."Early? We have a lot to study, especially if we want the child to experience one of my theses before dying."I swallowed it hard."Is he... very ill?"Samael laughed quietly."Does it really matter to you?"'No' I realized as I pressed the skirt of my dress between my fingers.My concern for Loren... was mini
